It's a creekmore world

We sleep better without the tropical storm.  The mosquito bites are driving us crazy.  We estimate there are 200 bites between the four of us. Trish is pretty cranky.  She doesn’t usually get mosquito bites – they prefer me. But…

‘Daddy?!!?’ Lily bolts awake and shouts loudly, looking around.  She’s lying right next to me. ‘lily dear, I’ve got my arm around you.   It’s just thunder and lightning.  Go back to sleep.’ She does, and is snoring again quickly.  I…

The man and woman proprietor of the little Cabinas Murillo don’t speak any English, which is sort of refreshing and a signal of how far from mainstream Costa Rica we have come.  “Si Si Pinto Gallo para las ninas” I…

‘Daddy, it’s a sloth.’  Lily says and points.  We ignore her.  The dust from the ATV’s covers our bodies and fills our noses and ears.  The group of six ATV is parked on the side of a dusty mountain road…

Our home for the next few days is Uvita a small town on the Pacific side only a few hundred miles from Panama. It’s not yet developed like the rest of the Pacific Coast. The waves aren’t the highest, the…